A safe space for now.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled.“Cosy.”
“It might rain later so I wanted to make sure we had shelter.The sides can come down to give us more protection.”
She groaned.“It will definitely rain later.”She should have thought of it.
He chuckled and held back the flap for her to crawl inside.She bit her lip, butterflies swirling around her chest.
“What’s the plan?”She shifted to a comfortable position as Trixie lay down outside the shelter but close to her.
“We’ll take the zod to the original drop zone and they’ll pick us up.”
She closed her eyes.They were finally getting out of there.“The next time I see Vance, I’m punching him in the face.”
That chuckle again as he joined her under the tent, leaning back against the tree trunk and stretching his legs out next to hers.“I didn’t take you to be the violent sort, sweetheart.”
Every time he called her that, her heart did a little pitter-patter.She embraced it and answered.“If it wasn’t for him, neither of us would be in this situation.If he hadn’t faked his kidnapping, you wouldn’t be here and Ethan wouldn’t be injured, and if he hadn’t told Agus who my parents were, I could have stayed on the island and helped with the clean-up.”
“Yeah, but then we would have never met, and that would have been a damn shame.”
She placed a hand to her chest.His words were like a caress to her soul.“You’re such a sweet talker.”
“Only with you.”His eyes were full of emotion.
She didn’t care if what she was feeling was due to heightened emotions.Right now all she wanted was him.
Before she’d even processed the thought she was across the other side of the tent, straddling him and with her lips pressed against his.It took him only a second to respond and his hands roved over her back as he pulled her closer.
Heat, passion, emotion.
She couldn’t get enough of him as she tugged his shirt free of his pants and his hands slipped up to cup her breast.
The bandage was too thick.She couldn’t feel the slow flick of his thumb over her nipple as much as she wanted to.
She fought to strip off her shirt and then her dress.With a deft hand she fished the multi-tool from her cleavage and tackled the bandage.
Damien chuckled.“Where’d you get that?”
“My mother.Came in handy cutting the sheets.”Finally the bandage fell away.
His eyes darkened.“Sweetheart, you’re breath-taking, but maybe we shouldn’t.”Gently he brushed the purpling bruises on her skin.“You must hurt all over.”
She shook her head.“I need this.”
He searched her eyes and then leaned forward, taking her breast in his mouth and she gasped, throwing her head back.
This.This was what she needed.
His hand slid beneath her underwear and he brushed her clit.
Too much.
Was there such a thing?
She tried to tackle the buttons of his shirt but her fingers weren’t coordinated enough, so instead she just shoved it up and let her hands roam over his hard abs.
A washboard forged in steel.She wanted to run her tongue all over it, but he captured her mouth with his again and all she could do was hold on while he pleasured her.She shifted so she could rub against his erection and he used the opportunity to slide his finger inside of her.
